The Jade Faced Cuck
Chapter 11: The Whispering Sect
By morning, the entire sect seemed to breathe with tension.
Not spiritual tension.
Gossip.
Lin Mu walked the narrow stone paths between Cloudveil Hall and the inner sanctum gardens. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, robes immaculate, hair tied in a perfect warrior's knot.
But the stares followed him.
At first, they were subtle—eyes darting away when he glanced in their direction, whispers tucked behind fan-covered mouths.
But then came the laughter.
Two outer disciples bowed to him out of habit, then burst into stifled snickering the moment he passed.
"I heard she screamed so loud the peak elder's beast stirred."
"Maybe she finally found a real sword, huh?"
Lin Mu's steps faltered.
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